So I got pick-pocketed
So I got pick-pocketed. Yes, you heard it right. It was the first time (and I pray to God that it doesn’t happen to me again). 🙁
What a horrible day it was. Everything was normal that day. I had come for tea and snacks with my friend. I didn’t even open my purse as he paid for me. In evening after office, I hopped in a crowded bus (actually, it wasn’t that crowded). The conductor asked for ticket and I confidently said pass. Here in Bangalore, most conductors don’t ask to show the pass once a person says he has the pass. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the peak hour or something else. So that day also, neither I showed him the pass nor did he ask me to. Only after I got down at my stop, I put my hand inside my pocket only to realize it was missing. I always keep my purse in the front pocket of my jeans. I never keep them in the back pocket as I feel that it can be stolen easily. I quickly got into the bus again and searched with others, but I didn’t get any results, except for sympathy and many theft related stories from other fellow passengers, which I wasn’t at all interested in listening. I have the habit of putting all my things in purse, like all my ATM cards, PAN card etc. I got worried, frustrated and angry, all at the same time. That fucking pickpocket, may he rot in hell!
However, every unpleasant thing that happens in life, is not that bad after all. Think for the brighter side, it could have been my mobile instead of the purse. We only realize that once we think about it in a calm mind. The conductor didn’t ask for ticket or money after seeing my plight. One gentlemen offered me some money for bus fare to go home. On the way home, I thought quietly what was there in the purse which was that important. Surprisingly I found the loss was not much. I have less than hundred rupees in my purse. As it was the month end, I was low on cash (I had spent it all due to some reason). I had easily blocked all my ATM cards. The only flip side was that I would have to wait for 15 days to get my new cards and I had to pay for my bus ticket for 6 more days. That picket pocket must have felt sorry for wasting his time and effort for the splendid work he had done in picking my purse. Though I was still tensed, I got little relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Normally, when something or somebody is taken away from us, we immediately lose our sanity, maybe for some time. Without thinking we go on abusing others and ask the most typical (which also happens to be the most stupid) question, why me? We make it big, even though we may not have lost much. Why do we do that? Maybe something to ponder about.
On a lighter note, while I was making my way from one bus stop to another to catch my bus to home, my path was cut by a hijra (transgender or eunuch) and she (or he) asked for money. When I told I was pick-pocketed, she (or he, I really don’t know) asked how much money I had lost and then patted my back and went away (she was very polite which surprised me).
So ladies and gentlemen, whoever is reading, keep your purse in your bag while traveling as it is a lot more safer place than the pocket. I wish no one have such an unfortunate event in his or her life. Even if it happens, don’t get too much disturbed. It may not be that bad as it looks.
Until then, stay safe.
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